I&#39;m convinced there&#39;s a small room in the attic of the Foreign Office where future diplomats are taught to stammer.

When they dreamed of turning iron and metal into gold, they called it alchemy. The much more far-fetched dream of turning bound sheafs of plain paper into fortunes, they call publishing,

She worked her toes into the sand, feeling the tiny delicious pain of the friction of tiny chips of silicon against the tender flesh between her toes. That's life. It hurts, it's dirty, and it feels very, very good.

I had trouble distinguishing art from life. I don&#39;t now, and I feel much better!

Donald Fagen

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